Freedom '! FREEDOM '! FREEDOM '! this was the cry that rose under the skies of Sicily, the advance of a thousand mercenaries sent to fight in the name of a united Italy in the name of Savoy, in the name of a tyrant .... our people for millennia colonized by foreign armies, granted a rogue Italian hoping for redemption ... FREEDOM '... believed that the thousand clowns with swords expropriation landowners from their property, but as a mother teaches history was not thus, could not be so, because they just needed that class ... the Masters of the Noble ... ... power, and other slaves who worked the property in their possession ... FREEDOM 'cried the brothers of slain Bronte in the name of the Tricolor.
our country mourned and wept their dead children, our grandparents, our blood, we are even now the periphery of Italy, we are numbers we vote we are puppets, the hand of a master tyrant, forcing us to live back 10 years compared to His Majesty the North, we are labor, to serve, we who have built this new nation with the other peoples of the South, we children of a thousand colonization, children of scientists like Archimedes, Bellini's children, children of the Magna Greece, children of the culture we are now legally slaves of a tyrant, but the saddest thing is that we are slaves of ourselves.
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